The wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
-Gogi Grant, "The Wayward Wind"
My sense of urgency was recently awakened by a tall, dark, handsome stranger who unexpectedly exploded into my life. Am I living somewhere that has less to offer me than I it? What has been holding me here these past 8 years?
It will soon be time to move on, to grow, to flourish.
Currently occupying my mind is New Orleans, a place claimed to be unlike living in America...home to culture and queers and radicals and devoid of the police state culture present in so many other locations. A visit is in order, during which I will visit the universities and local stomping grounds.
I thirst for kindred spirits and soul growth.
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